- John Steed: [Steed is magnetically attached to his car, Emma tries to help and becomes attached to him] Don't fight it, Mrs. Peel. We're inseparable.
- Cynthia Wentworth-Howe: I'm Cynthia Wentworth-Howe, Top Hush Secretary to the Minister.
- John Steed: How do you do?
- Emma Peel: Top Hush?
- Cynthia Wentworth-Howe: We assistants come in four grades: 'Confidential', 'Secret', 'Most Secret' and 'Top Hush'.
- John Steed: Eh, you've reached the top of your profession, then?
- Cynthia Wentworth-Howe: Not quite. My ultimate ambition is to achieve the special category of 'Button Lip', the pinnacle of secrecy. Not a single syllable passed on before being vetted, examined, coded and cleared.
- [Steed rescues Mrs. Peel, who is wrapped from head to toe in tin foil]
- John Steed: Mrs. Peel! I'd recognize those eyes anywhere. I knew you had sterling qualities but bright silver!
- John Steed: What was all that about? You didn't trip, we don't have a dinner engagement, and to plumb the depths of utter banality with 'I don't usually fall for strangers'.
- Emma Peel: It was a corny situation calling for corny measures.
- John Steed: You don't happen to be carrying around a large brandy, do you?
- Emma Peel: No, I'm traveling light.
- Cynthia Wentworth-Howe: All the confidential war records are kept here.
- John Steed: Have there been many confidential wars?
- John Steed: [having entered through the window] Forgive the unconventional entrance. It's basic training. Old habits die hard, eh?
- Peter Haworth: My pectorals may leave much to be desired, Mrs. Peel, but I'm the most dynamic man you are ever likely to meet. Hear that? Power. Broadcast power. A life force flowing into me, fed by radio waves, making me the most powerful man on earth, a king, omnipotent!
- Emma Peel: Careful you don't blow a fuse.